"Doesn't help if the reading's interesting?"

"Nah. I mean, if I need to figure it out or I'll die I'll probably have some good guesses after a while but it's not easier, just more urgent."

"Huh. Weird."

Shrug. "Party has enough smart types anyway."

"I guess so."

"At some point you need someone who stabs things until they stop moving."

There's a creaking sound from across the drawbridge. "You all right?" a voice calls.

"Got bored and had to resort to cannibalism," he calls back.

       "You had your pack with you!"

"I didn't say I got hungry!"

And Mahdi flies over and gives him a hug. "Guess who has Teleport?"

"Fazil."

        "You're a lousy guesser. Fly's a touch-range spell, Imrainai -"

She can... gather up her stuff and head to that end of the hallway?

Mahdi taps her and then takes off in the air, leading them out.

Sounds good. She can follow him.

"Sunlight!" he says gratefully, and then falls face-forward in some vegetation. 

"I'd like to get out of here, especially given that we were apparently known to be here," Fazil says. "About that - Korva - do you know what she meant?"

"No."

"Do you mind if I check that."

"Go ahead."

He glances at Hagan and raises an eyebrow; Hagan takes off and soars into the air. 

"Nine minutes now," Mahdi calls after him, grinning, looking at his pocketwatch. "So you have five left!"

"Bestow Limited Curse. Zone of Truth."

"I don't know what the devil was talking about."

"Did you tell anyone we'd be here?"

"No."

"Have you been in touch with anyone from your home since you left?"

"Besides my niece, no."

"Did you know we were coming for her, or make any plans in anticipation of our arrival -"

"No."

He relaxes. He nods.

"Do you want me to ask you about last night?"

".....why."

"- if you were Osirian you might want me to ask to avoid any appearance there was impropriety, or to make an allegation credible if that felt necessary, or for us to have context in remedying anything that happened."

"That seems pretty unnecessary."